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She has a lovely face God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Age: 83 †
Born: 1809
Born: August 6
Died: 1892
Died: October 6
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Oh good gray head which all men knew!
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Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.
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And by the meadow-trenches blow the faint sweet cuckoo-flowers.
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And o'er the hills, and far away Beyond their utmost purple rim, Beyond the night, across the day, Thro' all the world she follow'd him.
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The smell of violets, hidden in the green, Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame The times when I remembered to have been Joyful and free from blame.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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And out of darkness came the hands that reach through nature, moulding men.
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The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
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Shall it not be scorn to me to harp on such a moulder'd string? I am shamed through all my nature to have lov'd so slight a thing.
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As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
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Many a night I saw the Pleiads, Rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies, Tangled in a silver braid.
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There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.
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